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Juliet Patterson 3 POEMS |
Three fish lie on a plate on the balcony a path leading to a gate Linden next to elm Clouds are swept across the sky. of empty sleeves & shadows instead of your finger on the point of a needle. Light is failing us, china & silver earring
My window's full of shoreline gone showing white against the disordered head. Yarrow & sage, bergamot arrested in the frame of a postcard script; field & skyline moving here down invisible tiers through thistle, slip the margin & grain, clover cut & arranged on the sill. Here, where burning candles hover on the rooftop turn. Then, a hammer rings a bird is ripped down
A slash of blue
____ BALCONY WITH FISH / Ancillary listening/reading: Permanent Red by John Berger, Annals of Chile NEW YEAR'S EVE: When I wrote this poem I was reading a lot of Jack Gilbert and Heather McHugh and was visiting one of the most beautiful cities in the world; San Francisco. I sent picture postcards from North Beach & started thinking about the strange translation of place through the medium of postcard & the power of what might have well been a Lorine Niedecker kind of mantra: condense, condense, condense. INDEX OF FIRST LINES / Ancillary Readings: Emily Dickinson's Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson, Dean Young's poem, "If Thou Dislik'st What Thou First Light'st On". |